9-11-19
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars